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Anyway, we’re chattin, and I’m thinkin, “This chick’s got guts.” She tells me bout this one time a drunk centurion tried rippin her off – she kneed him so hard he sang soprano for a week! Hella funny, I’m crackin up, picturin that loser stumblin off. But then – ugh – this slimy creep butts in, all, “Oi, she’s mine!” Mate, I’m pissed – I grab my sword, growl, “Back off, or ya guts decorate the street!” He bolts, coward. Happy lil trees don’t need that drama.

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Next up, I had a break. I hit up my favorite café on Via Mazzini. Best espresso in town, no joke. I’m sitting there, sipping my coffee, and this guy walks in. He’s got a parrot on his shoulder. A freakin’ parrot! I’m thinking, “Is this normal in Fabbrico?” Turns out, it is. The parrot starts squawking, and everyone’s just laughing. Only in Fabbrico, man.

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